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Plucking guitar strings
Pruning to make good music
Growing notes of life

Acoustic guitar
Echoing in my heart's halls
Cries of hollow souls

slicing melodies,
 guitar man
 butters up a song
             --
10-6-18

My guitars make love
With adjacent seventh chords,
And sexy semi-tones

Why have my guitar
strings turned into spaghetti?
What a saucy mess.

when it comes,you play
a cheap guitar,sitting
on a crate of gin.

Sombre, blue mood
Pluck acoustic guitar strings
On the cusp of spring

Guitar, Bass Guitar,
Sharing one vertical stand.
I think they're mating.

House quiet, kids gone
Guitar on wall stares at you
Shredding stirs grand smiles

Of mahogany,
an acoustic guitar plays-
Hug a tree, fret not

Hollering my pain
Swallow me, blackness, swallow!
Rid me of wronging!

That I do tonight
My lone witness a guitar
Watch me weep the sea

Just a dark stool I'see
Now not even me to bear
As steps sound my leave

Guitar weeps softly,
blue in my ear; sad songs bend
my heart like a string.

jured and understood
pants dress you like a fortune
tune the guitar fork

Heart-wrenching love songs
Plucking notes on guitar strings –
Tear up and bleed out.

Tiny raindrop 
pokes out its golden crown 
of a blossoming turtle 
by the golden dawn

wind whistles
an autumnal love
in my life

frost goes far
after the winter
flower wakes

springtime sky
greets the flock of birds,
sweet sunlight

the guitar
serves best friendship time
in green wood

you and me
under maple tree
charming love

-February 26, 2020 Chattogram

Notes tumble freely
Guitar warms the twilight mist
Soft summer healing















Haiku written July 6/21

Concert is in hype
As guitar wept by Jimmy
Audience high impact.

black and white children
the green leaves at the guitar
swords in the WhatsAp

Cold wind whistling; 
My guitar a space heater, 
come warm up your hands.

mesmerized mesmers
quantified qualifiers
nomad nomalies




(Mike stern is a good guitar player 
and was the catalyst for this song.)

lap-top for christmas?!...

books aren't some 'boo'...ok?!...once...

pens ink...'meant-all' thought...


stans sand

Gypsy temptress hips
visions of Dolmite maidens
Begin the Beguine

Shade of lad with hat
Playing guitar underneath-
The tree and moonlight

six string honesty,
three chords of country guitar,
this microphone's hers.